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Poemless I was going to write a poem but there's nothing to say. Staring back at me a white blizzard snarls on an empty white page in defiance. I used to be creative. Hello? Anybody home? God it's really quiet. I'd start a riot. But there's no cause... Like with big bangs that explode out of NOTHING and bloom space-time, and stars and matter that expand forever into galaxies of iridescent hues spiraling and spinning to an originous symphony of madness and order... No, there is nothing. I am empty I am a void I AM (nothing more) Oh look! Over in the emptiness... I think I see a poem now. |
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For my dear friend and ison, Jerry .. be safe! imom Poetry by David Bozzi Inkblot Poetry Software: Bryce 5 and Paint Shop Pro 8 | ........................................ | ||||||
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